I was racing a cat up a fence the other day when, to my absolute horror, the fence began to fall. As I fell to my death I gave a long hard think about to how I could turn my pain into Art. The moments it too for my frail body to hit the hard concrete I wrote a small poem I call…
Hard concrete, soft body and that bloody gravity.
ARRHHHHHHHH!!!
I shouted as I fell
ARRHHHHHHHH!!!
The ground grew
ARRHHHHHHHH!!!
This is going to hurt
ARRHHHHHHHH!!!
Why had I raced that cat?
ARRHHHHHHHH!!!
I don’t even like cats.
ARRHHHHHHHH!!!
Thud…
I lived. The Cat wasn’t so lucky, it broke my fall.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
More about Me
A lot of you know Sebastian Topp the Artist, but you don't know much about Sebastian Topp the person.
I would like to inform you more, in the form of a Peom. It's called..
Sebastian Topp and his Heroic large muscles.
His muscles bulged as he lifted the heavy log,
he carried it's two ton weight through the misty fog,
The girls they swooned as he biceps they got bigger,
As he swam to save a child drowning in the river,
The crowd shouted 'Oh ye' Sebastian, you are so great',
Its a pleasure, not a chore, I am here to serve, mate...'s,
Please be our king and rule us for ever more.
I must say alone, I can't live by another's law.
And so the Great Sebastine walked his lonely walk.
the adoring crowds followed but they darn't talk,
for Topp was the greatest that they had ever seen.
They'd been big fans, since he was but a teen.
People across the land adored him, A statue they arose.
The detail was exquisite, from the head down to the toes.
They gave him all there money, every last note.
For the amazing art, film, scripts, paintings, drawings, thoughts, stories and poems that he wrote.
It's more or less all true.
I would like to inform you more, in the form of a Peom. It's called..
Sebastian Topp and his Heroic large muscles.
His muscles bulged as he lifted the heavy log,
he carried it's two ton weight through the misty fog,
The girls they swooned as he biceps they got bigger,
As he swam to save a child drowning in the river,
The crowd shouted 'Oh ye' Sebastian, you are so great',
Its a pleasure, not a chore, I am here to serve, mate...'s,
Please be our king and rule us for ever more.
I must say alone, I can't live by another's law.
And so the Great Sebastine walked his lonely walk.
the adoring crowds followed but they darn't talk,
for Topp was the greatest that they had ever seen.
They'd been big fans, since he was but a teen.
People across the land adored him, A statue they arose.
The detail was exquisite, from the head down to the toes.
They gave him all there money, every last note.
For the amazing art, film, scripts, paintings, drawings, thoughts, stories and poems that he wrote.
It's more or less all true.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Film
I have turned my hand to the medium of multi-media-video-film. Many have tried to master celluloid before and have failed. But I was confident that I could create something worthy of applause and I have to admit that I have had a massive amount of success.
This short is based on a real life dream experience I had many, many weeks ago. As I'm sure you will see it has allot of visual metaphor and contains hints toward 'Herbert Polouskies' early 'Real Life' works. It also contains a deep characterization of the Greek God of Smell, 'Umungus'.
It is about 1min 22secs long and is called... 'The Man Whose Soul Exploded'
This short is based on a real life dream experience I had many, many weeks ago. As I'm sure you will see it has allot of visual metaphor and contains hints toward 'Herbert Polouskies' early 'Real Life' works. It also contains a deep characterization of the Greek God of Smell, 'Umungus'.
It is about 1min 22secs long and is called... 'The Man Whose Soul Exploded'
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Individual Brains.
Your brain is individual to your-self. It’s yours and yours alone to have and to think with. That’s the truth. It’s impossible to share a brain with someone else*.
So it stands to reason that every Idea you ever have is original and yours. Take it, put it in a jar and show it to your family. Don’t shake the jar; shook ideas lose their value.
‘What are you trying to tell me Sebastian Topp?’ I hear you asking your computer screen. Well, I’m going to try something very new and dangerous today. I’m going to have the most original and fresh Idea ever. It might be too much for some to bear, so I urge you to take extreme caution in reading the idea. I would also like to note that it is very like that the ‘powers that be’ might take my Blog off the internet, new and original idea’s go against the grain and scare more suite wearing Gordin Brownies.
So here it is, my most original and fresh Idea.
‘People in Brown coats cough the alphabet backwards through straws of coconut water, whilst hopping on a cobble made of jam.’
Wow, that was a little more unpredictable than I first thought. I hope you enjoyed it.
*If you are reading this in the future where brain sharing has become not only a reality, but also the norm, then please discard this post.
So it stands to reason that every Idea you ever have is original and yours. Take it, put it in a jar and show it to your family. Don’t shake the jar; shook ideas lose their value.
‘What are you trying to tell me Sebastian Topp?’ I hear you asking your computer screen. Well, I’m going to try something very new and dangerous today. I’m going to have the most original and fresh Idea ever. It might be too much for some to bear, so I urge you to take extreme caution in reading the idea. I would also like to note that it is very like that the ‘powers that be’ might take my Blog off the internet, new and original idea’s go against the grain and scare more suite wearing Gordin Brownies.
So here it is, my most original and fresh Idea.
‘People in Brown coats cough the alphabet backwards through straws of coconut water, whilst hopping on a cobble made of jam.’
Wow, that was a little more unpredictable than I first thought. I hope you enjoyed it.
*If you are reading this in the future where brain sharing has become not only a reality, but also the norm, then please discard this post.
Friday, April 10, 2009
3 Steps to Creativity.
Most people reading this blog won't be creative at all, I'm not being nasty its just a scientific fact. Only 1 out of 10 people have a 'creative bone' and even fewer (i.e Me) Know how to use their bone.
But I can help you to entice any morsel of creativity you might have hidden in that dull uncreative body of yours.
Here is Sebastian Topp's 3 Step guide to extra creativity.
1. T.Y.B.T.B.I or Train your Brain to be Insane. I know this sounds like a crazy idea, well LOL to you because it is. Literally. Being mad is the biggest step in being creative and becoming mentally unstable isn’t something that just happens to you, it can be trained. Start by doing the exact opposite of everything you would usually do. Say No when you would say yes, Punch people when you would kiss them and urinate in the corridor. Yes you might loose a few friends, but they will all come running back when you make loads of money being creative.
2. Think backwards. Thinking backwards is thought to rejuvenate your brain cells and make your more intelligent. This helps with the process of being creative. Although hard to master it is easy to get started. Just do this daily exercise and you will be fine. Take this sentence, Hello my name is Sebastian Topp (Use your own name if you wish) Name Write it down backwards ‘Topp Sebastian is name my hello’. Keep repeating it, once you feel comfortable use another sentence. Like ‘Isn’t the grass lovely in the summer’ (Summer the in lovely grass the isn’t)
3. Eat more bread, yes, it might make you really fat, but you will have up to 10% more ideas. There is a compound in bread that speed up signals between two idea cells in your brain. It’s no coincidence that the most creative people throughout history were extremely fat. Picasso, Einstein and Shakespeare were all obese.
But I can help you to entice any morsel of creativity you might have hidden in that dull uncreative body of yours.
Here is Sebastian Topp's 3 Step guide to extra creativity.
1. T.Y.B.T.B.I or Train your Brain to be Insane. I know this sounds like a crazy idea, well LOL to you because it is. Literally. Being mad is the biggest step in being creative and becoming mentally unstable isn’t something that just happens to you, it can be trained. Start by doing the exact opposite of everything you would usually do. Say No when you would say yes, Punch people when you would kiss them and urinate in the corridor. Yes you might loose a few friends, but they will all come running back when you make loads of money being creative.
2. Think backwards. Thinking backwards is thought to rejuvenate your brain cells and make your more intelligent. This helps with the process of being creative. Although hard to master it is easy to get started. Just do this daily exercise and you will be fine. Take this sentence, Hello my name is Sebastian Topp (Use your own name if you wish) Name Write it down backwards ‘Topp Sebastian is name my hello’. Keep repeating it, once you feel comfortable use another sentence. Like ‘Isn’t the grass lovely in the summer’ (Summer the in lovely grass the isn’t)
3. Eat more bread, yes, it might make you really fat, but you will have up to 10% more ideas. There is a compound in bread that speed up signals between two idea cells in your brain. It’s no coincidence that the most creative people throughout history were extremely fat. Picasso, Einstein and Shakespeare were all obese.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Plums
Plums or subgenus Prunus are my most favourite of fruit, and it is at this time of year that they are at their most delicious. So I have written this little ditty in celebration.
Plums.
Juicy plums.
My juicy plums.
How I love thee my Juicy Plums.
Oh ya most perfect of fruit.
I hold my juicy plums in my hand.
I am also planning to release a my very own fruit juice, each carton will have a different poem written on it so people can drink and read life inspired poetry at the same time. I’m going to call it ‘Sebastian Topp’s Plum Juice’
Plums.
Juicy plums.
My juicy plums.
How I love thee my Juicy Plums.
Oh ya most perfect of fruit.
I hold my juicy plums in my hand.
I am also planning to release a my very own fruit juice, each carton will have a different poem written on it so people can drink and read life inspired poetry at the same time. I’m going to call it ‘Sebastian Topp’s Plum Juice’
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Time for some blues.
I was reading my local paper the ‘Oakmere Gazette’ this morning. There was a story about a shortage of milk in the area. It made me sad, so I decided to write a blues song about it. I have to admit that I’m no Eric Clapton LOL more of a Mark Knopfler. The chords for intermediate guitar players, basically E then A for the entire song. I’m thinking of entering my-self into this years European Song Contest.
No Milk Blues.
(E) Baby I got the blues, (A) oh yeah, I got the blues.
(E) Read the news, (A) oh yeah, no one had any milk.
Baby I got the blues, oh yeah, I got the blues.
Went to a farm, oh yeah, cows didn’t have any moos.
Baby I got the blues, oh yeah, I got the blues.
Why have the cows, oh yeah, got no moo Farmer?
Baby I got the blues, oh yeah, I got the blues.
Because they, oh yeah, tend not to moo a lot.
Baby I got the blues, oh yeah, I got the blues.
What about sheep milk, oh yeah, then.
Baby I got the blues, oh yeah, I got the blues.
I don’t have any, oh yeah, sheep.
At the end hang your head down a bit and try and cry if you can.
I would also like to note that this is my second milk related post in as many posts, please don't take me for one of those crazy milk drinkers. I just think milk has allot of artistic merit.
No Milk Blues.
(E) Baby I got the blues, (A) oh yeah, I got the blues.
(E) Read the news, (A) oh yeah, no one had any milk.
Baby I got the blues, oh yeah, I got the blues.
Went to a farm, oh yeah, cows didn’t have any moos.
Baby I got the blues, oh yeah, I got the blues.
Why have the cows, oh yeah, got no moo Farmer?
Baby I got the blues, oh yeah, I got the blues.
Because they, oh yeah, tend not to moo a lot.
Baby I got the blues, oh yeah, I got the blues.
What about sheep milk, oh yeah, then.
Baby I got the blues, oh yeah, I got the blues.
I don’t have any, oh yeah, sheep.
At the end hang your head down a bit and try and cry if you can.
I would also like to note that this is my second milk related post in as many posts, please don't take me for one of those crazy milk drinkers. I just think milk has allot of artistic merit.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
A Painting of my pain.
I don't do much painting, not because I'm no good at it (as is proved below) But because I have to use up lots of emotion to complete them.
This piece is from my early work. It has obvious influence from early 20th C German expressionism and gathers its power from my own raw and real experiences in life.
I call it 'Crying over spilt milk'.
This piece is from my early work. It has obvious influence from early 20th C German expressionism and gathers its power from my own raw and real experiences in life.
I call it 'Crying over spilt milk'.
For the Theatre.
This is a short play I have written. It is based on a real life experience of mine. I have changed some of the names for legal reasons.
The story of a real life Hero.
A corner shop. A man (Manfrid) is buying peanuts.
Shop Owner: That will be £1.32 please.
Manfrid hands over the money.
Manfrid: Here you go.
Shop Owner: Thank you.
Manfrid: No Problem.
Suddenly a man with a gun, wearing a mask runs into the shop.
Man with Gun: Give me all your money!
Shop Owner: Noooooo!
Man with Gun Shakes gun at them both.
Man with Gun: Now, or you both get it.
Manfrid: No, you don’t need to do this.
Man with Gun: I do, I’m poor and my wife and seven children need a place to eat and rest.
Manfrid: All you need to do is to go to your local Job Centre and apply for work, it might not be as exciting as robbing a corner shop, but by gum its honest work.
Man with Gun thinks.
Manfrid: Now, slowly put down the gun and I can tell you how to get there.
Man with Gun: I just want to provide for me and mine.
A moment passes. Just as Man with Gun ponders Manfrid opens the pack of peanuts and throws them into the Man with Guns’ face.
Man with Gun: Arrrhg
Manfrid wrestles the Man with Gun to the floor. He saves the day.
Shop Owner: Thank you Manfrid for being so brave. Here have some free peanuts.
Manfrid: No thank you, knowing I’ve been a hero is reward enough.
With that he heroically walks out of the corner shop.
Shop Owner: There goes a real life hero.
The end.
Feel free to perform this at your local theatre. Why not a make a short film and send it to me, I might even post it on my Blog!
The story of a real life Hero.
A corner shop. A man (Manfrid) is buying peanuts.
Shop Owner: That will be £1.32 please.
Manfrid hands over the money.
Manfrid: Here you go.
Shop Owner: Thank you.
Manfrid: No Problem.
Suddenly a man with a gun, wearing a mask runs into the shop.
Man with Gun: Give me all your money!
Shop Owner: Noooooo!
Man with Gun Shakes gun at them both.
Man with Gun: Now, or you both get it.
Manfrid: No, you don’t need to do this.
Man with Gun: I do, I’m poor and my wife and seven children need a place to eat and rest.
Manfrid: All you need to do is to go to your local Job Centre and apply for work, it might not be as exciting as robbing a corner shop, but by gum its honest work.
Man with Gun thinks.
Manfrid: Now, slowly put down the gun and I can tell you how to get there.
Man with Gun: I just want to provide for me and mine.
A moment passes. Just as Man with Gun ponders Manfrid opens the pack of peanuts and throws them into the Man with Guns’ face.
Man with Gun: Arrrhg
Manfrid wrestles the Man with Gun to the floor. He saves the day.
Shop Owner: Thank you Manfrid for being so brave. Here have some free peanuts.
Manfrid: No thank you, knowing I’ve been a hero is reward enough.
With that he heroically walks out of the corner shop.
Shop Owner: There goes a real life hero.
The end.
Feel free to perform this at your local theatre. Why not a make a short film and send it to me, I might even post it on my Blog!
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